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Surgical Steel	By : whitemonarch Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4301 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This a work of fiction based off Tv's Supernatural. I don't own Supernatural, and I make no money from this story. This is only for fun!

Chapter List
- 1-Surgical Steel
- 2-Titanium
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“Oh god!” Choked Dean, thrashing in Sam’s grasp. He was pressed tight against his brother, his back to Sam’s chest with both of those giant arms wrapped around him, trying to hold him still. Sam huffed against his ear, moistening the shell with each breath, licking and biting the lobe as he grunted.
“Look so good like this Dean. “ Sam groaned. His fucking gigantic hand was wrapped loose around Dean’s cock. He ground against his brother with each slow, torturous jerk. Long, almost delicate fingers ghosted over the head of Dean’s dick, brushing the barbell slickening with precome. “Looks so good in you.” The whimper burst out from between Sam’s lips. “Can’t wait to get it in me.”
God they’d been waiting a long time. Every day since Dean had been pierced another mark went down on the calendar. Six weeks. Six long weeks. Yeah, they’d fucked a few times within that time span. Dean loved feeling Sam inside him just as much as his brother did. He’d learned to give a blow job, and gotten his fair share of hand jobs and a couple of his own bjs, but tonight was the first night in six weeks that Dean could fuck Sam. It felt like it’d been forever.
Sam and Dean were used to being all over each other now. That first night; the evening Dean found about some of Sam’s kinks had just been the beginning. Of course, there was only so much they could do. They’d made it harder for themselves by getting Dean modified. Over those six weeks he’d had to soak his piercing with sea salt and water twice a day. For the first week or two, Dean had alternated between remarkably turned on and entirely too sore to do anything about it. Once the adrenaline had worn off, he’d been a mess. True to Sam’s experience, the new addition was intensely sensitive. Dean had to switch his style of boxers and wear his pants a little looser just so he didn’t get randomly stimulated as he walked. Yeah. It was fucking awesome. Even if it had hurt like a bitch at first.
There were still a few precautions they had to take. Dean had to have a condom for sure, and the lube had to be water based with as few additives as possible. Both of them had to ensure the piercing and the new titanium barbell they’d gotten for it was clean before they started. Dean was still technically healing, would be for a couple more weeks, but he was allowed to have sex now and they were going to take advantage of it. Sam had made sure of that.
When Dean had come in that night, home from the bar and hustling pool, it was to Sam, hunched over with his ass in the air. Three fingers were sliding inside him, slicking him up. He was making all of these beautiful little grunts and moans. Sam’s eyes glittered from beneath his bangs, lit up by the streetlights shining in from the windows. Dean watched as he sat slowly up, rocking between his fingers and his fist. He withdrew his digits and smiled.
“Shut the door and come here.” Those words were what got Dean into this mess, naked and writhing in Sam’s grasp. Their sweat slicked bodies rocked against each other, driving Dean higher and closer to climax.
“mmm, Fuck.” Dean moaned, bucking his hips into Sam’s hands as his brother rolled the condom over him, rubbing the metal through the latex. “Gonna feel so good.” Sam’s breath caught in his throat. He shivered against the other’s body. Dean took advantage of his distraction and spun around in his arms, pushing Sam down against the bed and hiking his legs up and over his hips. Dean ground down; delighting in the friction he was getting against Sam’s belly. It was good, but it wasn’t where he wanted to be.
“Put it in me.” Sam begged. He was already stretched and ready and Dean wasted no time lining himself up against Sam’s puckered hole. He leaned down for a kiss, deepening it and biting into Sam’s lip before sliding in, moaning and shaking above him. Not only was Sam gloriously tight and wet, but the tug of metal at his tip multiplied the experience ten-fold. Dean was sure he was losing his mind.
“Fuck Sam. I’m not going to Last long.” Dean grunted through clenched teeth, hips jumping as his sac came to rest against the skin of Sam’s ass.
“ s’ok. Me-me neither.” Dean nearly lost it when he glanced up. His brother’s fingers were twisted in the sheets. His back was bowed. Shaggy brown hair fanned against the pillow, pushing out and mussing up with each thrash of Sam’s body and crane of his neck. Dean began to thrust. Slow, shallow strokes caused Sam’s toes to curl and his body to shake.
“I’m hitting that fucking spot, aren’t I Sammy?” All Sam could do was whine and nod. The head of Dean’s dick kept brushing his prostrate, the curved metal barbell worked across all the other sensitive spots inside him. This was torture. Beautiful. Awesome. Torture.
Dean picked up the pace a little, moved until Sam was nearly bent in two underneath him. As the smack of skin on skin got louder, so did Sam’s cries. There was blood on his lip from where he’d been biting it. His fingers were white, blood pushed out from where he’d been gripping the pillow and using it to muffle his noises before Dean pulled it away.
“Fuck. Fuck. Stop.” Sam muttered, pushing at him. His voice was wrecked. He was blinking back tears from his eyes. Dean knew better now than to think it was from pain. Ok so Sam didn’t cry his way through sex, but when it got really good he totally teared up. The second Dean slowed down Sam flipped them over and sunk back down on him. Straddling Dean’s waist he set up a hard, fast rhythm that had the bed creaking and shaking. Sweat dripped down his body. Sam painted a wanton picture that Dean couldn’t look away from. It got even worse when his little brother wrapped his big hand around himself, fingers tight like a vice, and began to jerk himself as he bounced. Dean watched, thrusted, and grunted along with him.
The next thing Dean knew, Sam was throwing his head back and coming in short bursts. His hand was a blur and the sounds coming from between those lips were incoherent. Before Dean could follow suit, Sam was up and off him, wringing the last of his release on the carpet instead of Dean’s body.
“Jack yourself.” Sam growled. Dean was too far gone to protest the order. He wrapped his hand around his cock, going to pull off the latex sheath so he could do just that. “Leave it on.” Sam snarled, moving closer, panting as he got his face close enough to watch as Dean wrapped his fingers around his slick member and went to work. He kicked at the sheets, moaned and bucked as he pulled himself closer to orgasm. It was Sam’s thumb, rubbing his thigh, which finally did him in. With a shout Dean shot off, filled the condom.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Sam breathed like a prayer before tugging off the rubber and sucking Dean’s still twitching cock into his mouth. Dean let out another choked sound and fisted Sam’s hair, let his brother lick off the rest of his come before finally pushing him away. They both stared at each other for a minute, panting.
“Holy Damn.” Dean sighed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He was exhausted and sore, wrung out.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed, dropping down beside him and snuggling up against his brother. Dean just chuckled softly and let Sam work his way down against his side. They could clean up later. Now it was time for a nap.
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